I just want to say, I'm new to this subreddit, and I was looking for a hobby a couple of months ago, decided to give writing a try. This is my first story, more like a few paragraph story, I have more, I just want to know if I have talent.

I sat quietly on the side of the sidework, watching people walk along, talking, laughing, and even crying. I would come here to the side, just to watch people, no reason whatsoever, except to watch the reaction and emotions of other people. I sat here for hours a week, until the streets grew quietly and lonely. The town was dieing, and no one could do anything, but sit back and watch. It was four, and dinner would be ready at anytime, so, I decided to leave, but a shadow popped over me. I looked up, to find no one, and when I looked back to the street, it was deserted.

You seem to rush the story a bit. Take your time to describe each scene. What specific things did you watch play out on those streets that made you lose hope? What was your reason for watching them (despite what it says, there must be some reason). What did the shadow look like? What went through your mind when you turned around to see nothing?